brief letter to a young politician in the makingA Poem by delapruchna.dear friend, my fear for you, is that you are filled with a fire in your belly & that out of anger at seeing the bullshit that is going on around you, you have felt the need for a while to try & change things for the better--- while this is most certainly an admirable trait for anyone to hold, the idea that you are limited to the channels which the powers that be offer you on a platter, is one that if you let it, will inevitably corrupt you & destroy all the genuine “goodness,” if i might be so bold, which you have inside you--- i speak to you with this in mind due to the intimate nature of a personal friendship, which has spanned a few years, during which the both of us have shared many a conversation on the nature of the world, the so-called political structure that this empire wields & philosophy in general.
there are other ways of using the energy which you have exemplified to me personally, a thousand times over--- history has shown you in all the books you have read & from the mouths of all those whom you admire that have never been disfigured by the american political process, that there is a plethora of inspirational women & men, who have been committed to the betterment of our people & the human species in totality, that have never even pondered the aspirations of power that would lead someone to offer up their hands to the bloodying, dirtying & tying, which shows itself to be essential for the climbing of that fateful ladder, here in the belly of the empire.
rather than spend weeks & months thinking about the most “appropriate” way to express your concerns about this world & the country in which you live, DO SOMETHING NOW--- it’s ok! nobody is going to hold it against you--- nobody worth anything, that is.
with all the sincerity i can muster, -delapruch © 2012 delapruch |
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Added on July 22, 2012 Last Updated on July 22, 2012 Authordelapruchnothingville, NYAboutBio: The writer we call delapruch has been writing since infancy. His first piece was scrawled on the inside of his mother’s womb. Long since published, the rights now reside in the hands o.. more..Writing
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